He hides behind his sunglasses,beneath a woolen cap,sometimes still faced,sometimes smiling the smile of someone who knows.For when the current flows,when the arc dashes,dazzling between the malletts and bars,there is nothing left unopened,nothing left unsaid.It's Bobby Hutcherson,and his music,head on.From Colman Andrews liner notes.

There's an excellent review of this great date over at http://dailyjazz.blogspot.com/2005/11/bobby-hutcherson-head-on.html